Mad doctor and two sluts in an anabiotic state.
She shifted in her seat inside the car, refusing to look at him as this time his hand wreaked pure havoc on her thigh beneath her skirt. But she gave in to the pleasure now. Both of her feet, bare now that her sandals were lost under her seat, were propped on the dashboard as his fingers delved far inside her. Her head rolled from side to side as she keened with pleasure. She murmured his name time and again and was cresting on the edge of her climax. Her torso jerked forward within the confines of her seatbelt when he, perverse to the last, removed his hand from the apex of her thighs.
“What…”
“See that white car in front of us?”
“Uh…”
“See the lights mounted on top of it?”
“The police? I didn’t even…”
“Notice? Good…”
Blushing at her wanton behavior, she smoothed her skirt over her legs and turned to her companion, frowning at him.
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
(tale # 40) get full text ... Mad doctor and two sluts in an anabiotic state.
My sweet bride got double fucked by big black cock.
I am a thirty eight-year old man. I maintain an active lifestyle and to be perfectly honest I think I keep my body in pretty good shape for someone my age. I run five miles a day, weekends off, and play organized softball and basketball throughout the year. Well enough about my self-absorbed fitness. Suffice it to say that even with the confidence I get from my workout routine I was still shocked as to what transpired this past summer.
Let me begin by saying I am a single parent to a very precocious teenager. Stephanie is 18 and has adapted very well, as well as can be expected, to her mother leaving us. I feel I have done a very good job in raising her on my own these past three years. She gets good grades in school and has just started her first year of community college, which brings us to our story.
That particular summer day was probably one of the hottest we ever had. I was out back finishing up the installation of the 8-½ foot tall privacy fence around our backyard. Stephanie had invited two of her classmates over to swim in our pool. They are the same age as she is. They had all grown up together since childhood. I know their parents well and we are close friends. The three of them had been swimming and sunning themselves since late morning. It was around 1 PM and Stephanie told me she had to head back to the campus and finish registering for summer classes.
Carol and Jen wished to stay and swim a bit longer. I told her that was not a problem. I was almost done with the fence and plan on jumping in later to cool off. She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. I watched her leave and thought how much she reminded me of her mother. I noticed on her way out she said something to Carol and Jen who were still in the pool. After she spoke to them, they looked back in my direction and smiled. I waved to her and returned to my work. Finally, after adding water to the last of "Quick-Crete" I was done. I stood back to admire my work and after a minute or so I heard Jen's voice from behind.
"Now that you are done Mr. Walker, jump in and cool off."
I turned and smiled saying, "I plan too. That water looks too good."
Carol and Jen were very attractive young women. They both had tight bodies and long attractive legs, legs that I have often found myself staring at on many occasions. They both are active in school sports. Jen will be attending college on a soccer scholarship and Carol has been offered several scholarships as well but has yet to decide on which one to accept.
I was wearing cut-off jean shorts and had taken my shirt off hours ago. I was hot and the cool water looked so inviting. I slipped off my shoes and dove in off the diving board. I stayed under and came up in the shallow end of the pool. I sunk down into the water keeping just my head above the surface. Carol and Jen swam up beside me.
Carol asked, " Now doesn't that feel good?" I moaned, "Oh yes it does." Jen said, "The fence looks really nice Mr. Walker." I replied, "Thank you Jen."
(tale # 41) get full text ... My sweet bride got double fucked by big black cock.
Tight ass and stockings on hot bruenette.
The bright sun, subdued and mottled by the leaves overhead, splashed over and around them. A cool breeze blew up from the lake. She leaned back against the massive trunk.
They made an odd pair. The girl wore a white cotton tank top above blue jeans. The man was dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and fashionable red tie.
He leaned forward, too close for polite conversation, but refrained from touching her. She stole a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was near enough to intrude upon their private moment. Only a jogger trotted across the bottom end of the park.
He pulled a pocket knife from his trousers and snapped open the blade. She grinned.
Her hips pushed forward and the hem of the tank top pulled up exposing an inch of pale flesh.
The knife moved between them and she held her breath as he placed the blade flat against her belly. The cold metal caused her stomach muscles to twitch. She tensed her diaphragm and held her breath. Slowly he rotated the blade until the sharpened edge rested feather light against her belly. Then he carefully scraped the blade like a razor across the flat of her stomach. Her forehead was moist but her throat was suddenly parched. The grin stayed plastered to her face but her eyes widened with a touch of fear.
The blade pulled away. She sucked in a gulp of air and felt moisture soaking into her panties.
A pause and then he undid the button at the top of her jeans. She gave another quick glance over his shoulder to see if anyone might be close enough to see, but the jogger was trotting away from them and the rest of the park was empty.
The opened button gave him just enough room to reach in and grab the elastic of her panties. His finger ran from the centre around to the right and stopped at her hip, then tugged at the fabric. The red silk pulled up out of the jeans. She shivered as the crimson tightened into her pink gash. Her insides melted, draining into the cloth.
(tale # 42) get full text ... Tight ass and stockings on hot bruenette.
Russian brunette babe likes good sex in pantyhose.
Debbie stood in front of the bathroom mirror and smoothed her eyebrows. She ran a brush through her short layered hair and gave it a liberal dousing of White Rain. She recently had cut it short, short like that actress on the tv show "Law and Order SVU". Cut it short at the request of her husband Mike. She turned the bathroom light off and walked into the bedroom. He was in bed reading. She leaned over and kissed him, it was 10:30 and she was leaving for work. She had been on the night shift at the hospital for the last 6 months and it was getting old. She got in her car and drove... around the block. She pulled into Kim's driveway and, as if on command, the garage door opened, swallowed her car and closed again. As she got out of her car she was handed a steaming mug of coffee.
"Here, you're gonna need this," Kim said. "It's gonna be a long night."
Kim was her best friend. Well actually her second best friend. Her best friend was her next-door neighbor Tracy, but that was about to change, Kim was going to move up.
They sat on the trunk of her car and watched. They drank their coffee, they talked and smoked a few cigarettes. But mostly they watched. She drew deeply on her Misty, god it tasted good. Mike hated cigarettes, in fact a few months ago he pretty much had given her an ultimatum. Lose the cigs or lose me. So she quit smoking... kind of.
At 11:45 it happened. Their house was dark, but there was no mistaking the white door opening. A shadowy figure stepped out, turned and locked the door (can't be too careful nowadays, Deb thought) and scampered to the little yellow house next to theirs. A moments hesitation and the door opened. A stream of bright light spilled onto the stone driveway. In the doorway stood Tracy, her best friend, in a short black teddy. Mike stepped in and the door closed.
Deb turned to Kim, her heart pounding a million times a minute, she felt lightheaded. There had been signs he was cheating, quite obvious ones, but until this moment there was still the slight hope... she would've given anything to have been wrong. She began to cry softly, Kim held her. After a moment she pulled back, wiped her eyes and said
"The bitch is mine!"
The travel alarm went off at 7:15. Deb filled her mug with fresh coffee and went back to her perch on the trunk. At 7:30 Mike came out of their house to leave for work. She didn't know when he'd left Tracy's house, it didn't matter. As soon as he drove off she moved the car across the street and parked it in their garage. A couple of minutes later she came out of the house, still dressed in her nurse's uniform but carrying a small sports bag.
She went directly to Tracy's, opened the screen door and knocked loudly on the wooden door. She waited a moment and knocked again. A pink curtain was lifted from the small window in the door before it was opened. Tracy wiped the sleep from her eyes and drew the robe tight around her.
(tale # 43) get full text ... Russian brunette babe likes good sex in pantyhose.
Beauty in stockings fucked.
*Note to readers* This was a request story for a friend, the character description and the content of the story were chosen by him to fit his specific fantasy. His comment was that there were not enough female masterbation stories out there. I do hope I've done it justice.
Dawn drove home through bumper-to-bumper traffic, releasing a long held breath as she took her exit. Shoulders immediately beginning to ease, she smiled as she thought of the evening to come. She had been planning this for at least a month. Thought it out, every detail, and finally the weekend had come. Pulling into her drive she locked the car and struggled the stack of research work inside. Tossing her keys on the small table by the door, she set the stack of folders in the floor near the couch. She checked her watch, only about 20 minutes behind, not too bad. She had plenty of time. That thought made her smile. The idea of plenty of time was a foreign concept to a research assistant. Someone was always demanding you have things "yesterday".
Stepping into the bedroom she took a quick look around. Stripping the bed to put on fresh sheets, smiling at the thought of the feel of them against her skin. Nothing felt quite as good as fresh linens against clean skin. Turning to the wardrobe she set out the candles, dotting the room with the various shapes and sizes. The soft scent of vanilla filled the air as she moved to the kitchen. She smiled as she ran her hand over the bottle of wine she'd bought last month, then set it in the fridge to chill. Tonight she would finally crack the seal. Grabbing an apple she stepped into the bathroom. Food would have to wait until later.
She took her time in the shower, using the shampoo and conditioner bought at the specialty shop in the mall. Custom made, they smelled like her favorite perfume. She scrubbed her face and skin till it glowed, shaved her legs and under her arms, then carefully shaved her mound and the lips of her sex leaving only a neatly manicured strip of dark red hair along the front. Tempted by the smooth feel of her skin beneath her fingers she teased her clit, rubbing the soap over the skin she just shaved. Shivering she bit her lower lip and looked down watching her fingers slide between her legs. Resisting the urge to bring herself to orgasm she rinsed off and got out. She wanted everything to be perfect, already her body thrummed with excitement.
Drying her hair upside down, she tossed her head back as she stood up looking into the vanity mirror. The long layers of her hair fell around her face like an auburn mane, shadowing the soft angles. Running the warm air of the hair dryer over her body she dropped the towel, the heat sending ripples of pleasure over chilled skin. She looked in the mirror, studying her face. Deep green eyes, lush dark lashes, delicate brows. Smiling, she narrowed her eyes at the soft sprinkling of freckles dotting her nose and cheekbones. She was blessed with a creamy complexion, no reason to wear a lot of makeup.
Moving back to the bedroom, she took the new teddie from the top drawer of her dresser, smiling as she stepped into the whisper of antique silk. Her breasts filled her hands beneath the silks caress as she watched herself in the mirror. Dawn had always been satisfied with her B cup breasts. It meant she could go without a bra if she wanted to, and she liked that her nipples were a soft caramel color. Rolling them between her fingers she watched as they plumped and stiffened. Turning to the side she ran a hand over the flat of her stomach and down along her mound, fingers teasing between her legs over silk encased, freshly shaven, skin. Shivering she could hardly wait.
Getting a glass of wine, she returning to the bedroom to light the candles and turn on soft music. Looking at the mirror she cupped her breast with her free hand, teasing her nipples, each in turn till they strained against the line of lace and silk that contained them. Moving to the bed she sipped the wine and got comfortable, closing her eyes as she let the music cleanse the days thoughts from her mind. She had chosen the cd for its lazy sensuality, the Middle Eastern drums in the background giving it a languid throb that echoed through her body. Her hand moved down over the skin warmed silk, across her breasts, the soft scent of vanilla and spice adding to the mental images the music provided.
Her fingers rolled her nipples through the material; fascinated by the way they stood up beneath the creamy silk, their dark color seen through its thin surface. Slowly her nails grazed her ribs, across the flat of her stomach, writhing softly to draw the silk crotch along the smooth lips of her heat. Setting her wine aside she rubbed her arm along her breasts, free hand moving down to join the other between her legs. Her fingers stroked the lips of her sex through the silk sending tingles and chills along her spine. Twisting the crotch of the teddie around her fingers, she drew it up tight around her swelling clit. Warmth snaked along her stomach and up to her breasts, pulsing to the tips in time with the sultry beat of the music. She raked her nails over the imprisoned nub causing little electric shocks to course to the tips of her breasts.
She felt her body temperature rise, slowly arching her back to rock her hips against the material of the teddie. Her lips parted, breathing slow and steady, drying out her mouth. Her tongue darted out to wet their surface. The slow, torturous pleasure-building till she couldn't stand it any longer. Letting go of the silk, her fingers sliding beneath to caress the swollen lips, slowly parting the flesh to slip her middle finger into the heated folds. She rubbed the pad of her finger over her fevered slit, already slick with her body’s arousal. She pressed the small patch of skin at the very base of her pussy, nails raking back and forth over this small, sensitive spot. Low shudders coursed through her as she drew her nails back to spread herself open. Legs sliding further apart she moaned feeling the cool air hit the inner sanctum of her core, clit quivering as her fingers drew closer to circle it and press along the hood. Holding the lips of her sex open she began to tease the length of her opening with two fingers, working her swollen clit against the mound of her palm. Unable to resist any longer she slid her fingers inside, muscles grasping tightly as she pumped them in and out, deeper with each wave of pleasure.
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